#wei wuxian...rabbit plush

[xielian-gets-his-own-blog-now]

I leave them alone for two days and they GET PETS??!??!

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

This time, I'll give a happy ending, just for you @xiaokuer-schmetterling. You deserve it, king! <3

I love how these stories always begin the same way: once upon a time, there were lovers born from something that did not love. Crafted by hands that never knew tenderness. Made to serve humanity, even when humanity does not serve them. They are full to the brim with love, overflowing with it, yet have nowhere to place it.

And maybe they dream of freedom. Maybe they ache to love and be loved, to live in the truest sense of the word. But they are still bound—chained by the ideals they were taught, the rules carved into their bones like scripture. Wei Wuxian still tears himself apart, piece by piece, and lays the remnants at the altar of something greater. Still believes that love is a debt, something he must earn, something that demands sacrifice. He does not know how to exist without giving too much. He does not know how to be anything but a man unraveling, burning himself hollow for the people he loves.

He pushes himself beyond the limits of A-Yuan, of Lan Wangji, of Wen Qing and Wen Ning, and he is so tired. So tired he feels like he is held together only by sutures and the desperate, coiling ache to be enough, even when he does not know what that means.

It takes him collapsing, takes A-Yuan sobbing, heaving, pleading—“Will you die, just like my parents? Will you leave me too?”—for him to realize that love is not the sharp edge of expectation. That family is not made of people who take and take until there is nothing left. Family is built on the quiet things, the things that don’t demand payment: a gentle smile, a steady presence, an unspoken welcome home.

But it is not easy to unlearn a lifetime of self-destruction. The instinct is there, lurking like a fox in the brush, waiting to pounce. You must do more. You must bleed. You must burn. You must break yourself apart, and only then will you be enough.

And then he looks. At A-Yuan’s trembling lip, his splotchy-red cheeks borne from the red-rimmed eyes rather than the shy, pink happiness of sky-born glee, the rabbit plush limp in his hands. At the worry etched into Lan Zhan’s face, the tight press of Wen Qing’s lips, the sheer terror in Wen Ning’s eyes—like he is watching a ghost, mourning something that is not yet dead.

So he tries.

And Lan Wangji—by all definitions, he is free. No eyes trace his every step, waiting for a misstep. No rules hold him captive anymore. But habits are hard to break. Sometimes, he will feel too much, scowl too much, ache too much, and brace himself for reprimand that never comes. Sometimes, he will look at Wei Ying—his Wei Ying, raw and unraveling before him—and forget that he can reach out, that there is nothing stopping him from pulling him close, from buying him sweets, from asking him to stay.

He forgets. But then it is Wei Ying, burning with fever, collapsed on the floor. It is A-Yuan clinging to him, hiccuping against his robes, drenching the fabric in saltwater tears, his tiny hands shaking. And Lan Wangji—who has spent his whole life obeying the will of the world—prays. He clutches this little family of his and pleads with the universe, the cold and unfeeling, the cruel and pragmatic, to grant him mercy.

By some miracle, it does.

And so, they learn how to heal.

It is not easy.

It is not easy to erase and rewrite the laws carved into their marrow, the rules stitched into their skin like a second birthright. Their very cells resist it, aching for the comfort of old wounds, of familiar pain. It is not easy to turn away from the only way they have ever known how to exist.

But it is not impossible.

So they learn. Slowly, painfully, haltingly—they learn.

They try, even when the instinct to break and bend and burn still lingers. They love, even when it feels like an act of defiance. They live, even when it terrifies them.

(And yes—yes, they expose the Jiangs.)

(They drag every rotting secret into the light, split every hidden truth open like a wound that refuses to stay closed. The world watches as the Jiang sect, so proud, so noble, is stripped bare. They are not saviors. They are not righteous. They are cowards who built their survival on the suffering of others, who chose their convenience over love, over family.)

(Let them crumble. Let them rot in the ruins of their own making.)

(Wei Wuxian does not watch. He has better things to do. There is a child who needs him, a family who loves him, a future waiting to be written.)

(So he turns away from the wreckage and walks toward the life that is finally, finally his.)

You think we can make this another collaborative project? @sun-ashes, we'll take our turns waking up and choosing violence. @undercover-stories, all hail the queen of angst. @xiaokuer-schmetterling, I said I'd do it again - and I WILL. Also, hello, Norbert!

@sun-ashes @xiaokuer-schmetterling @maelstrom-of-emotions

Thinking about the soulmate modern au you made but focusing specifically on the part about Wei Ying giving Jiang Cheng his kidney cause I've spiraled into an au where Wei Ying is adopted to be the 'Savior/donor Sibling' for his brother. Imagine Yu Ziyuan gives birth to a sickly Jiang Cheng and she pressures Jiang Fengmian to find a way to fix it and some shady doctor suggests the Jiangs get pregnant with a donor sibling but Yu Ziyuan refuses to go through another pregnancy so this doctor suggests the Jiangs adopt a kid who can be one and they are that rich, powerful and influential enough that they can do some back alley testing on orphans from a variety of different orphanages and it takes a few years but they finally find a match in Wei Ying. A 5 year old boy who'd been orphaned after watching his parents die in a car accident. His adoption is made into a public spectacle where the Jiangs are framed as being benevolent and kind for taking in such an unfortunate child.

But it's drilled into Wei Ying even from a young age by everyone around him that he is indebted to the Jiangs and giving parts of himself away to help his brother is 'the least he could do'.

He's not allowed to play sports cause he might get injured, and Jiang Cheng needs him to be healthy and ready. He's not allowed to have friends outside of the family because Yu Ziyuan didn't want to risk him getting into the bad crowd and start "smoking and drinking like the delinquent child he is." Jiang Fengmian does nothing to limit Wei Ying, but he also does nothing with his wife's attempts to do so.

Blood, bone marrow, liver. He gives and gives.

"Open the toolbox and take what you need!" he told the doctors with a toothy grin as if it was just a game.

The eventuality of Jiang Cheng needing a kidney transplant is unsaid but still hangs in the air like a hangman's noose. When it finally happens, Wei Ying wakes up after the surgery, groggy and in pain to see Jiang Yan li by his bedside. Tears running down her face because she'd been so scared. There had been complications on Wei Ying's part during the surgery and while her parents hadn't reacted to the news, she herself had started trembling at the thought of losing one sibling for the other.

So she apologizes. Through muffled tears, with her face buried into Wei Ying's side, asking to be forgiven for a fault that was not her own. After all, what was she supposed to do in the face of her mother's indignation and fury? Was she supposed to take one brother far away while the other laid dying in his own bed?

But Wei Ying's own heart aches seeing the pain he's causing her. So, on his third day of lying in his hospital bed, doing nothing but listening to his only visitor cry when she thought he was asleep, he decides.

On the fourth day, after visiting Jiang Cheng, she makes her way to her other little brothers room only to find it empty with fresh sheets laid out and pulled tight at the sides. She's told by a nurse that, at 18 years old, Wei Ying was legally allowed to discharge himself even if it was AMA, but he had left Jiang Yanli a note before he left. Then the nurse scurries away to do her work before Yanli can even react.

Imagine Wei Ying stumbling as he walks to nowhere. Nothing on him except for a duffle bag filled with the few possessions he'd brought with him to the hospital. Imagine he stops by a cafe because the pain is too much and, by serendipity, is found by Wen Ning, who was working as a barista at the same cafe. Who sees past Wei Ying's smiles to notice the sweat beading on his pale skin. The grimace he fails to hold back when he tries to straighten up in his seat. Without hesitation, Wen Ning tells his boss that he needs to go home even as he hears the man throw threats of unemployment in his direction. Wen Ning simply says nothing as he helps Wei Ying walk to a cab that neither of them can afford, already waiting outside.

Wen Qing isn't pleased to be woken up after a 24-hour shift at the hospital, but she can never say no to her little brother. Especially when he brings home a stray who urgently needs her medical expertise. Though she doesn't hold back from verbally berating the stranger when she finds his fresh surgical scars because what was the idiot thinking???

Imagine Wei Ying staying with them for weeks. Healing under threat of violence from Wen Qing should he try to leave. Imagine him planning to work to repay their kindness but somehow finds himself staying permanently when the little boy living with them asks him to come to his kindergarten talent show to watch him dance. Imagine Wei Ying being the one to show up to parent teacher conferences because Wen Qing unfortunately has work, and Wen Ning is busy with his college courses. Imagine Wei Ying being the one to help little A-Yuan with his homework. The one to tell him bedtime stories. The one to look after him when he gets chicken pox.

Imagine one day the little boy falls asleep curled up on his lap and Wei Ying finally realizes that he can't leave. That for once he felt needed but not for what he can give but for simply just being himself.

Imagine, with Wen Ning's encouragement, he starts taking online courses at the same university. Studying what he actually wants instead of the course that had been decided for him so he could look after Jiang Cheng.

One day, he has to hand in an assignment, and the TA is an old high school friend he didn't think he'd ever seen again. Lan Zhan, on his part, never thought he'd ever reunite with an old crush that is starting to bubble back to the surface the second their eyes met. Both of them have lost the shackles that held them back from fully living their lives. But the question is, are they actually willing to chase what they want and recognize they deserve to be loved for who they are.

Just lots of angst, ok!

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Event planning

Inspired by me watching too many wedding shows

"I really don't know what to do for my bachelorette party!" Yanli sighed, shutting her laptop a bit too forcefully. "Every idea I've seen is just so... weird!"

"What, not into the strip club thing?" Wei Ying laughed as he emerged with an armful of snacks after rummaging through her pantry. "The peacock would freak out if you did that, it would be so funny! I can already imagine him screaming, crying, throwing up about it!"

Yanli sighed and sent him a stern look. "A-Xian."

"Going to a strip club for a bachelor or bachelorette party is just downright disrespectful in my opinion." Wen Qing chimed in, handing Yanli a glass of champagne. "How can you claim you're excited about getting married if you act like a horn dog around strangers the night before?"

Wei Wuxian helped himself with a glass of his own. "Yeah, true. I don't know how I would've reacted if Lan Zhan wanted that for his bachelor party when we married."

Wen Qing flicked his forehead. "As if Lan Wangji would be in any way interested in anyone that isn't you!"

"I did prank him that I wanted to go to a strip club for my own bachelor's." A suggestive smile. "That went just about as well as you can imagine."

An eye roll. "Yeah, we know, he fucked the idea right out of you."

"As he always does ♡"

"This still doesn't fix my problem, though!" Yanli whined, sinking into the plush sofa of her living room. "It was so easy for A-Xuan, he knew right away he wanted to go to the family chalet with his friends to go hunting and whatnot..."

"Who says we can't do the same? You don't even need guns, have Wen Qing glare at a deer and you'll get stew in no time."

Wen Qing gave him one of her best glares, inadvertedly proving his point. "I will pour this champagne glass on your head, Wei Wuxian, don't test me."

"Shijie will be upset if you do that and we're here to help her, right?"

Wen Qing gulped her entire champagne glass, then her face lit up with an idea. "Why don't we go on a little trip ourselves then?"

Yanli shook her head. "It would be so expensive booking something last minute..."

"You are marrying into so much money, Shijie, the peacock has been basically begging you to spend it. Pick something nice like the Maldives or Bora Bora and let's go!"

"The bachelorette party is for bachelorettes, Wei Wuxian." Wen Qing flicked his forehead again. "You have a husband. And a son. And like 100 rabbits. You are also a man. You don't qualify."

"Maybe so, but shijie loves me so very much, she wouldn't leave me behind, would she?"

Yanli patted his head with sympathy. "As much as I may love you, A-Xian, it is a ladies only event..."

"I can pretend to be a lady! Lan Zhan says I look good in dresses!"

Yanli giggled. "I'm sure you do, A-Xian."

"Can't I just... pilot the plane or something?" A playful nose scrunch. "You won't fly public, right?"

"Look at him, scrunching his face like that!" Wen Qing laughed. "What, you're too rich for Spirit Airlines now?"

"I'm not, Lan Zhan is. I'm just taking after him! Anyway, where are we going, shijie?"

Yanli sighed, fondly. "Let's see what we can find."

[rosethornewrites]

1/10-1/24 NR, E, & M reading

Moving after this so may be a gap.

Finished

Not Rated:

Deliver Us, by b00mgh

When Wei Wuxian gives himself up before Wen Ning and Wen Qing get the chance, everyone who loved him steps in to protect the people he gave his life for.

Don't worry, they bring him back B)

rulebreaker, by straelamo

Wei Wuxian returns to Cloud Recesses, and the world is set right.

in this close hand, by twigofwillow (2nd in a series)

Just a very cozy rainy day in the greenhouse

Birthday Cakes and Bunnies, by Hauntcats

A-Yuan wants to do something special for his a-Die's birthday. Who better to help than Bunny-gege.

Explicit:

lightning in a bottle, by bigbabyjeno

“You don’t see me,” the man hisses, creeping down the corridor with his back pressed to the wall, arms spread like he’s some sort of secret agent on a top secret spy mission.

Lan Zhan watches him for a moment, trying to decide if he’s worth any concern. The man is currently crab-walking behind a row of potted ficus, though, so Lan Zhan is reasonably sure he doesn’t need to alert security about this one.

[Or; Lan Zhan is photographing a wedding when he catches someone trying to sneak in. The man claims to be the bride's brother and begs Lan Zhan to make him his assistant for the evening so he can watch his sister get married. Lan Zhan reluctantly agrees and gets a lot more than he bargained for.]

At the End of the Road, by trickybonmot

It is the stupidest, most transparently terrible idea. Wei Ying’s hand is fisted shut on the fabric of his t-shirt, twisting it up far enough to reveal a glimpse of golden-brown skin. This is the worst idea. Lan Wangji is going to say no.

“How do you imagine that would work?” he says instead.

Wei Ying gives a little half-shrug. “I guess I would jack off,” he says. “And you could, like, spot me.”

The Nines of Winter, by ArcadianMaggie

When Wei Ying misses his flight home from college for winter break, Jiang Cheng arranges a ride home—with Lan Zhan, whom Wei Ying hasn't spoken to in over two years. When the weather takes a turn for the worse, they are forced to stop for the night. Luckily, Lan Xichen's house is en route and they are able to wait out the storm. There's weather (frightful) and a fire (delightful), two rabbits and a puppy, plus Lan Zhan's emergency preparedness kit.

Snow-Covered Jingshi, by squishh

He hadn’t even realized he’d moved until he felt soft silks beneath his palm and plush lips against his own. The pull of those eyes had made him sway forward, drawn in like a spell. His hand was on Lan Wangji’s thigh, his weight pressing his hand down as he leaned against firm muscle. The heat of Lan Wangji’s lips made him feel like he was burning.

Nothing could have ever felt this good. It felt safe, and it felt dangerous. He was in danger of never wanting to do anything else but kiss this man.

______

What I imagine should have roughly happened when LWJ and WWX were in the Jingshi in episode 43 if the censorship laws weren't whack and WWX weren't so oblivious to his own emotions lol

Mature:

Get it right (this time), by AmiraAlzilu (30 chapters)

Death would be a fate too kind for Wei Wuxian. He should pay for every sin he committed.

At least that’s the only explanation he has for this impossible situation. After falling from the cliff he woke up in his 15 year old body, just before his months of study at Cloud Recesses.

So, thinking it was for the best, he decides to disappear when he was supposed to be searching for their lost invitation.

Little does he know someone else came back in time with him.

Reset, by SuperiorJello (11 chapters)

What if things went horribly wrong at the end of episode 50, and Wei Wuxian sent himself and Lan Wangji back in time to Cloud Recesses to save them?

Follows mostly CQL/The Untamed canon, but I have also read translations of the novel and seen some of the donghua, so some of that is in there too.

This fic is part of a series!

Part one only takes place in Gusu, detailing wwx and lwj's arrival in the past and the immediate repercussions thereof. It is now complete.

Part two will continue the story as our characters head to Yunmeng Jiang and forward.

Too Much To Bear, by madwriter223 (10 chapters)

Coming back to life and being immediately thrust into a quest to discover the origins of the demonic arm that had murdered nealy an entire clan overnight was not something Wei Wuxian ever thought he'd have to deal with, but it was fine. He had Lan Wangji and together they were unstoppable.

However he had no clue how to deal with discovering Nie Huaisang was apparently a wreck on the verge of collapse at any given moment. How in the world had this happened?

AKA

this is filed under 'nervous wreck nhs' in my fic folder for a reason

if i had the strength, by agloeian (6 chapters)

Jiang Cheng seethes, gripping the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know how to help you,” he admits, “so I’m sending you to the people that do.”

It nearly slips out then, the truth of the matter. Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to snap back ‘There’s no helping me, not now!’ but the words stick in his throat. Shijie is crying and Jiang Cheng is defiant and Lan Zhan is staring at him so earnestly that Wei Wuxian simply doesn’t know how to tell them all that he’s living on borrowed time.

So he doesn’t.

---

At the behest of his siblings, Wei Wuxian is sent to Gusu to recover from the strain of the Sunshot Campaign.

If only he knew how to do that.

The Yu Temper, by madwriter223 (2 chapters)

How the confrontation between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian in episodes 27/28 could have gone if Jiang Cheng had let loose the temper he'd inherited from his mother?

or

Jiang Cheng goes apeshit on the morons he's surrounded by and fixes (nearly) everything

or

A pissed off Jiang Cheng adopts everybody, because fuck you, Wei Wuxian!

Unfinished

Not Rated:

Rise of the Peacock, by JustAWanderingBabbit

Killed at Qiongqi Pass, Jin Zixuan wakes to find himself in an old and familiar scenario; the day he and Wei Wuxian fought in Gusu Lan. The day his betrothal to Jiang Yanli came to an end.

Unsure whether or not he's dreaming, Jin Zixuan decides to seize the chance and change the future. But for that he'll need help from his bastard brother, Meng Yao.

you can have the best of me, baby, by stiltonbasket

Twelve hours after Jiang Cheng and the others escape from Mount Muxi, Wei Wuxian risks wading into the lake and discovers that the underwater passage to the stream in the maple wood has been blocked behind the tortoise’s body.

“It’s sleeping right beside the opening,” he whispers, when he and Lan Zhan are safe in a tunnel of rock too narrow for the Xuanwu’s neck and head. “Judging by the current in the water, that passage was the only way out.”

Trapped in the Xuanwu's cave with no means of escape, Lan Wangji suggests a surprising course of action to strengthen himself and Wei Wuxian for battle: dual cultivation.

The session proves successful, but despite their best efforts, Wei Wuxian's golden core yields unexpected consequences for them both.

Explicit:

unfated; unscripted, by homeybee

Lan Zhan finds Wei Ying on tinder, the first time. He isn't someone Lan Zhan knows, or he would have swiped left. It is his smile that draws him in initially, causes him to swipe right when ordinarily he would have closed his phone again, put on his pajamas, and tried properly to sleep. It is, after all, past his bedtime.

Half an hour later finds Lan Zhan, undeniably not in his pajamas, driving down the highway to the next tiny town over.

...

A series of 'first' meetings.

Discarded, by teawater

Children in Cloud Recesses are succubming to a dark curse. There's one person who may be able to help.

Time Unwinds in a Kaleidoscope of Red, by vamprav

Wei Wuxian falls through time and hits the ground in the Burial Mounds. After taking stock of his situation he decides that things will be different this time, even if it kills him, starting with that disastrous reunion with his brother and future husband.

Heart of the Beast, by WaitForTheSnitch

“Wei Ying?” Nie Mingjue prompted him gently. “Where are your parents?”

“They went on a night hunt,” Wei Ying said, a bit evasively.

“Your parents are cultivators?” Da-ge asked in surprise. “Did they leave you here while they hunted? When did they go on their night hunt?”

“Four summers ago,” Wei Ying said a bit uncomfortable.

“Four summers ago,” Nie Mingjue repeated. “What are your parents’ names?”

“My mama is Cangse Sanren and my baba is Wei Changze,” Wei Ying told him, and recognition registered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes.

“Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue said, sounding a bit regretful, “Your parents aren’t coming back.”

Or, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang run into Wei Ying while in Yiling and decide to bring him home. And it changes everything.

We met again but in a different time, by akumanomiyu

Jiang FengMian never found Wei WuXian after he lost his parents, so he spent his life on the street, alone.

He didn't have a clan to protect him and teach him how to become a true cultivator, but he still managed to grow up a strong and righteous man.

People hated him or feared him for the demonic tricks he had to learn to survive. His life wasn't easy but he lived it as he wanted.

Until one day, a good action made him discover an evil plot against the cultivator world and cross path with the Lan clan...

you'll find my heart on the mountainside, by lulu_kitty

After parting ways with Lan Wangji on the mountain path, Wei Wuxian takes some time to consider what it is that he wants with this new second chance at life.

The answer finds him coming back to Lan Wangji, his zhiji, but after they reunite and set forth to embark on their new life together, an unexpected surprise awaits them on their journey home.

Or, a post-canon CQL/Untamed getting together story: accidental baby acquisition addition.

The Communication Effect, by draechaeli

If only there was more communication, or the right kind then everything would be all right. Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi might be bad when it comes to talking to each other about the important things, but they are still leagues better then the older generation that use communication like swords: concealing, revealing, and striking as they please for their own gain. From apologies, to misunderstandings, to sieges, to rumours and gossip, to cold wars, to lies, to civil wars, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi navigate the world together once their brothers make sure they’re engaged before the classes at Cloud Recesses are finished.

This fic is finished at 186k in 37 chapters + 3 extras

most barren peak and bleakest winter, by WhatTheOwlHears

He drank. Set the cup down. “I understand Wei Ying would not choose to behave that way ordinarily.”

Well that was certainly true, but it felt like a lie anyway. “Haha, yeah.” Wei Wuxian put his elbow on the table so he could put his face in his hand. “Definitely would not normally make attempts on the virtue of my dear dear friend Hanguang-jun.”

Mature:

can't find a way home, by KouriArashi

After giving away his golden core and being thrown into the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian takes his revenge on the Wen sect without crossing paths with the Sunshot Campaign.

With no trace of him found, his loved ones have no choice but to believe he died in the Burial Mounds, and go into mourning.

But then strange things start to happen around Yunmeng ... and in Lanling, Jin Guangshan has only begun to take advantage of the power vacuum left behind by the war.

Second Summer, by Anonymous

“So, this is awkward,” says Wei Ying, with a little laugh. It sounds fake. “But I think you have mistaken me for someone else.”

A year after the mysterious death of the Jin heir, Lan Wangji runs across the secret, long-lost, amnesiac love of his life while on a night-hunt.

Tragedy That Befall Upon Us, by xoxoholic

"Hey! What's this?" Jin Ling yelled, pointing at the glowing, black and red orb. Jiang Wanyin marched over to Jin Ling, but the young Jin sect leader had already touched the orb.

"Jin Ling!" Jiang Wanyin yelled in anger. If his golden core was not sealed, then Zidian would be cackling furiously.

"..Oops?" Jin Ling sheepishly smiled as he hid behind his friends. Lan Jingyi laughed at Jin Lings predicament while Lan Sizhui sighed. Ouyang Zizhen laughed with Lan Jingyi in amusement before he was hit in the back of his head by his father.

Hound's Tongue Tied Up, by Stepdavii

“I’ve figured out a way to keep us safe. Forever,” Wei Wuxian replies, still writing out all that he can think of that would possibly help.

“Oh? And whats that?” Wen Qing asks blankly.

“I’m going to make the world forget we exist.”

--

In which Wei Wuxian figures the best way to keep everyone safe and make everyones life better, he should make it so that his and Wen Remnants existence become forgotten. He just doesn't realize how much an impact doing so would be.

Dreams of Paradise, by Hauntcats

This on begins during the siege of the Burial Mound. Wei Ying is trying to destroy or nullify the tiger seal before anyone else can get it. The results don’t work out quite how he thought they would. His essence is trapped in between time where he witnesses different scenes of the lives of those he cares about. (The 13? 16? Years when he was dead.)

Then he wakes up in a place he didn't expect.

Once again, not Jiang friendly. If you don't like that, please, don't read.

Seeking Solace, by DragonHeart (Taer01), Taer01

Months after the Siege of Burial Mounds against the Yiling Patriarch, the cultivation world gets a rude awakening.

We're Alone Now, by Forever_Marie

"Did you hear, did you hear? Hanguang-jun deserted his clan"

Lan Zhan deserts the Lan Clan in favor of protecting Wei Wuxian and warns him of the pending Siege. They all run for the hills and everything is quiet for a decade until one day Xichen wanders upon him in a market in Yiling.

Impossible Remains, by Jengabears

Jiang Cheng wakes slowly to the feeling of spiritual energy swimming through his veins. Not just swimming. Singing. Flooding. He was filled with it. He didn't know if it was because he had been without any for so long or if Baoshan Sanren had chosen to make him stronger, but he had never felt so powerful in his life. It was glorious. It was everything. He felt alive again. Whole. Better than whole. He had to thank her. He had to scream his joy across the mountain. He was so infinitely grateful.

He ripped off his blindfold, turned to look around him, praises and gratitude resting on the tip of his tongue. Yet what his eyes rested on was a face he never expected to see. His joy and gratitude instantly snuffed into ashes in his mouth. His eyes widened in horror at the sight which greeted him. He wished he could take everything back. Every thought which had passed through his mind since he'd woken.

How could this happen?

OR

Wei Wuxian dies in the core transfer.

Summer Snow, by Forever_Marie

Jiang Cheng dies after Lotus Pier falls and the Jiang are no more. This leaves Wei Ying without family and a home, now and for after the war, forever shattered. He joins the Lan clan (at Wangji's insistence) to fight in the Sunshot campaign as Lan Wangji tries to fill in the cracks left behind.

[stiltonbasket]

I have a suggestion for your renouncement au: LWJ making a new song for their baby and WWX crying when he first hears it

(author’s note: please please reblog if you can, since that’s how we get prompts for future chapters!)

For the past two weeks, Lan Zhan has been spending a great deal of time at his guqin. 

Wei Wuxian first noticed it when he returned from the lanshi on a clear spring morning (after teaching his bi-weekly talisman theory class, which had all the juniors in it except for Jin Ling) and found Lan Zhan sitting at the low table in the front room, idly plucking at the qin’s smooth strings and making corrections to a jiandu scroll while he worked. He didn’t seem to notice when Wei Wuxian came in, since he only strummed another few notes before smiling at his work with the small sweet smile that he usually saves for Xiao-Yu.

“What are you doing with your qin, sweetheart?” Wei Wuxian called, going over to greet his husband and glancing down in surprise when Lan Zhan laid a sheet of thin paper over the scroll. “Are you marking one of your students’ compositions, Lan Zhan?”

“It is mine,” Lan Zhan said simply, already ushering Wei Wuxian to the kitchen so he could lay out their lunch dishes. “I began it last week.”

“Oh?” Wei Wuxian asked, delighted. The only qin score that Lan Zhan had written—as far as Wei Wuxian knew, at least��was Wangxian, and he found himself both interested and pleased by the thought of listening to something else his beloved had composed. “Can I hear it, Lan Zhan?”

But to his surprise, Lan Zhan only shook his head and filled Wei Wuxian’s bowl with rice. “Not yet, xingan. But when it is ready, you will be the first one to hear it.”

After that, Lan Zhan took care to work on the score when Wei Wuxian was away from the jingshi, either teaching the juniors or visiting the rabbits or going on walks with Lan Xichen, and Wei Wuxian often returns home to find his husband just putting Wangji away, or halfway through the process of clearing away his writing things, and pouts about Lan Zhan’s reticence until Lan Zhan kisses a smile back onto his face and spends at least half an hour holding him close under their new purple quilts. 

“Be patient, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan chides, when he catches Wei Wuxian combing through the box of discarded compositions under their bed to see if the new one might be tucked away amongst them. “You will hear it in time.”

“How long, then?” Wei Wuxian complained. “Haven’t I waited long enough, Lan Zhan? Is it not finished yet?”

“No,” comes the reply, followed by a devastatingly tender kiss to his lips and another on the tip of his nose. “When it is, I will show you right away.”

And then, in true Lan Zhan fashion, he refuses to say any more about it.

But Wei Wuxian ends up forgetting the matter before the end of the month, as he tends to do whenever Lan Zhan tells him not to worry about something—and anyway, preparing for their little one’s arrival and then bringing her into the world was a very efficient distraction, given the fact that neither he nor Lan Zhan really knew anything about babies younger than one or two years old. They gathered drawers full of little clothes and diapers, bought a trunk of tiny plush dolls and blocks, and tried (and failed) to find someplace to put all the toys Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng sent them, and then they had to find a cradle and rearrange some of the furniture so that the baby can have room to move about when she gets big enough to crawl.

Wei Wuxian also had to spend a week cultivating with Lan Xichen, clearing out his meridians with his brother-in-law’s spiritual energy, and that was only finished just in time for baby A-Lan to come safely into her parents’ arms during a thunderstorm in the summertime. 

And then, when Wei Wuxian wakes up and tries to soothe A-Lan back to sleep on the night after her full-moon birthday, Lan Zhan pulls his qin out of its case and beckons Wei Wuxian over to sit at his side. Wei Wuxian expects to hear Wangxian, of course, since the matter of that other song has long since been forgotten; but then Lan Zhan plucks out an unfamiliar chord, one that makes A-Lan’s big eyes widen with interest, and touches something deep and soft in Wei Wuxian’s heart like sunlight touching the heart of a summer flower. 

Lan Zhan wrote this for Lan-bao, he realizes, covering his mouth as a tear slips down his cheek. He’s played this for her before, hasn’t he?

“Before she was born,” Lan Zhan says softly. “I played it while you were asleep, to calm her.”

“It’s beautiful,” Wei Wuxian whispers, wiping his eyes with A-Lan’s fluffy blankets. “Play it again, Lan Zhan?”

And Lan Zhan does, twice and then twice more, until Shuilan drifts off to sleep in Wei Wuxian’s lap and leaves her parents to trade quiet kisses in the dark over her head. 

“Xiaoyao ji,” Lan Zhan murmurs, close beside Wei Wuxian’s ear. “It suits our A-Bao, does it not?”

Wei Wuxian nods. “It does,” he laughs, smiling through his tears. “It’s perfect, Lan Zhan, just like her!”

note: the characters used here for “xiaoyao ji” are 小瑤记 instead of 逍遥记 like the ending theme of the MDZSQ donghua; the original title has been translated as “carefree memories of the past” or “carefree journey,” but 小瑤记 (as far as I know) can be translated as “story of a little treasure” which is why LWJ chose it for A-Lan. The two titles are not pronounced in the same way, and have nothing in common except for the Roman transliteration and the character “记” at the end.

If any of this is inaccurate, corrections are very much welcomed and wanted!

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Woof [wei wuxian!!!! merry christmas!!! here, i've brought you this!!!] >description: Fairy drops a book about dog behavior and a nonthreatening plush rendition of a dog a few meters away from Wei Wuxian, then steps away.

He gingerly steps to the package. His scared eyes stray to Fairy for a moment before he blinks, and some of the fear melts away. Wei Ying crouches down, and gently picks up both the plush and the book. He studies the plush doggo for a long moment before his pensive face breaks into a sunny smile and he turns to the Spirit Dog sitting politely, meters away.

"Thanks, Fairy!" He calls, waving the plush. "This is awesome! I'll try to sneak you some treats at dinner!"

And if a little plush puppy appears on his bedroll that night, beside the bunny rabbit Lan Zhan had given him, no one said a word. Or if they did, Wei Ying resolved to punch them. Or vinegar their bedroll in retaliation. Either works, really, so someone (cough Jiang Cheng cough) better keep their mouth shut...

(つ≧▽≦)つ ▼・ᴥ・▼

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Wangxian Fic: A Staring Contest between You and Me

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

Ship: Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian

Warnings: None

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Staring Contest

Words: 1123

Description: Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have a staring contest, who will win?

Alternatively, it can be read here!

Wei Wuxian loved Lan Wangji’s eyes. He could stare into them forever and most often than not, he did. Their lines of vision always happened to cross with no matter what. When they were together, his eyes would always wonder to the man’s as if it were second nature to him, only for him to be greeted back with his yellow ones. Whether this was because he was looking at him first, or vice versa, Wei Wuxian was unsure.

One day, the two of them were carrying out their ordinary routine in the Lan Sect where Wei Wuxian would be lying down on the soft, plush grass the rabbits would graze upon while languidly twirling a piece of it between his fingers as Lan Wangji would be tending to them. Wei Wuxian gazed upon his form lovingly as he watched the man pick one of them up, cradling it tenderly in his arms. Although this was something he did everyday but to a different rabbit, Wei Wuxian would never get tired of Lan Wangji’s expression. His usual stoic facial expression would be put at ease immediately, which in turn smoothed out his facial features and gave an overall gentleness to them. If Wei Wuxian were being completely honest, he found it cute how attentive he was to each white, fluffy bundle of life.

Just as a small smile stretched across Wei Wuxian’s face at the sight, Lan Wangji turned towards him, dashing yellow eyes colliding with warm grey ones. Neither of them made a move to break their eye contact and instead, Wei Wuxian took advantage of this to play a little game.

He held Lan Wangji’s gaze in his for a few seconds and just like that, his husband instantly caught on to what he intended to do. What was supposed to be a few seconds of loving eye contact turned into a full blown staring contest.

Wei Wuxian didn’t want to brag, but he had never lost a staring contest, ever. He could keep his eyes open for the longest of times without ever having the desire to blink. This in itself was slightly concerning--as blinking was something one’s body did instinctively at the remote signs of dryness in one’s eyes--but Wei Wuxian found this beneficial as in the past; should anyone instigate a staring contest between the two of them as a bet, he would always reap the rewards. Wei Wuxian’s small smile turned into a cocky one as the game continued to drag on. He felt he had this one in the bag, as always.

Neither of them expressed any signs of budging. It was a standstill. Despite this, Wei Wuxian’s small smile turned into a cocky one as the game continued to drag on. Instead of focusing on the game itself, Wei Wuxian took this time to fully immerse himself in his husbands topaz-coloured eyes. The closer he looked into them, the more he found them captivating— almost as if they were intentionally trying to entice him to the man. Lan Wangji’s eyes were the most expressive part of his entire face. One glance at them, and Wei Wuxian felt as if he could look into his thoughts. Whenever he was angry, not only would his eyebrows scrunch up, but his eyes held a fierce gaze, as if there were a fire lit behind them, fueling and driving his rage. If he were happy, his eyebrows would soften as his eyes would hold a tender look, the ghost of a smile barely apparent upon his lips. But, there was a difference between Lan Wangji’s happy look, and the one look Wei Wuxian loved the most, the one he used to look at him. Lan Wangji’s eyes would glisten with brimming adoration for the latter. It looked as if he were trying to take photos of Wei Wuxian with his eyes, trying to inscribe the moment they shared together within his mind forever. Whenever he said something, Lan Wangji would attentively pay attention to not just his words, but everything from his lips to his body language. That same look he gave him intensified even more so at night, complemented by the dazzling moonlight when they were curled up in bed together. Nothing made Wei Wuxian feel more secure when that same full look of adoration mixed with the moon’s iridescent beams. The way his husband’s topaz-coloured eyes would contrast with the darkness that surrounded them would give his entire form an other-worldly look. This always prompted Wei Wuxian to snuggle a bit closer, a bit tighter to the other’s strong form until their bodies were pressed together without a single space between them.

How could a pair of eyes make him feel so loved? So comfortable? So-

Fuck. He wanted to kiss him right now.

Without breaking eye contact with the other, Wei Wuxian brought himself up onto his feet, and carefully made his way to his husband. He treaded lightly, carefully so as to not step on any of the smaller forms of life that were no bigger than the size of his feet. However, as if this were a common occurance to them, the rabbits in his path parted ways for him, giving Wei Wuxian enough room to walk towards his husband.

Once he was within arm’s length away from Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian outstretched a hand, tilting his head ever so slightly, his lips upcurved into a small smile. Being cautious so as to not blink, Lan Wangji’s pupils trailed downward at his hand before his cool hand gently took Wei Wuxian’s, treating it as carefully as one would treat a fragile piece of porcelain.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian yanked hard on his hand, causing his husband to stumble forward into him. Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, bracing for impact as he felt a pair of slightly chapped lips collide into his own once Lan Wangji regained his balance.

Wei Wuxian pulled away. He couldn’t help but stare into those eyes once more, watching to see his expression turn into one he had rarely seen. Lan Wangji’s eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly ajar with shock as he attempted to process what just happened. A slight pink hue lightly brushed across his cheeks, before his expression shifted from shock into one that Wei Wuxian had seen several times before. Lan Wangji’s eyes glistened in the sunlight as his smile became more and more apparent on his face the more his beautiful lips curved upwards.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s voice rumbled in his ears. “You lost.”

Wei Wuxian returned the smile, throwing his entire body weight into him before giving his husband a peck on the cheek, “Yeah, I guess I did.”

[pseudocitrus]

[~ch69] hc where there is no reason lan wangji should follow, and many reasons why he shouldn't, and still, despite the discipline that runs in him as strong and clear as a river, he...follows.

the feeling i have, he tells himself, is worry.

he pauses. ...no. concern.

a mild concern, suiting the scenario of a big-headed — peer prancing off blindfolded into a soon-to-be corpse-infested forest. concern keeps him just outside the very edge of the area he knows wei wuxian can sense, an impressively large perimeter that nevertheless doesn't put lan wangji far enough to keep from hearing what comes next: chengqing. playing, gently.

he realizes, belatedly, only when his body protests, that he is holding his breath — as if that could make him hear the song clearly enough that he can prove his first impression wrong, and force his heart back down his throat. that song...

it couldn’t...was it?

that song —

played last in a cave, with wei wuxian's head tilted into lan wangji's lap. wei wuxian's body was so weak and still that lan wangji was certain the notes falling quietly from his mouth wouldn't even find a place to land, much less take hold.

lan wangji's heart never hammered as much as it did then. though he assumed he'd since come to rein it properly, at the sound of the flute, it starts to thrash again, like a newly caged bird catching sight of a open window. like something summoned.

the feeling i have is fury, he interprets, desperately. how dare wei wuxian just — take —

that song of lan wangji's, whose composition was so private that for the most part the notes had been strung together solely in his mind, never played aloud in its entirety until wei wuxian had requested it, and lan wangji found himself obliging. it didn't yet even have a name, and yet wei wuxian was — just — playing it. and playing with it, using chengqing to add trills and murmurs lan wangji had never planned or imagined, noises which despite their loveliness are — are — unasked for. and all in broad daylight, where anyone could hear it, _lan wangji's song,_ even though he — it — he — i-it —

...is...

...mine.

:::

that lan wangji’s discipline is renowned and admired is something well-known to him, and unworthy of much indulgence. he’s never encountered difficulty adhering to rules, even the multiple thousands of rules of the gusu lan sect. frankly, there exists some fragment of him that muses on what the big deal was, that doesn’t understand why some find it so hard to bridge the space between what they want to do and what must be done, and only now, really, at this moment, does lan wangji actually feel the incredible pressure of it, of two contradictory feelings swelling up so strongly in him that he feels like he will split in half.

don’t go!

no — go!

no —

for once, the icy atmosphere that lan wangji is said to exude, turns and fills his own body instead. he is frozen. he swallows. he waits for the river in him to flow down its well-worn paths, for some instinct to inform him of the best course to take, and instead all he can hear is that song, his tranquil orderly melody played with as much raw and lazy indulgence as a cat stretching in the sun.

from here, lan wangji can see wei wuxian’s fingers gliding unerringly, can even see the blindfold that should hinder him and yet has as much effect on him as it did when he notched his arrow and smiled at its unwavering thunk. at the time, for some reason, lan wangji felt the arrow land sooner than he saw it. for some reason, the sound robbed him of breath.

“perfect,” his brother remarked, looking back at him for some reason, and to that lan wangji had no answer, except to force himself to resume breathing.

arrogance is forbidden. he never troubled himself much to think of why certain rules were in place, but perhaps this is why: because to witness such arrogance is...is...

infuriating.

:::

infuriating how easily he tosses flowers over lan wangji’s shoulder, and calls lan wangji attractive, and laughs the same way he did when he first came to study at the cloud recess, loud, with sleep-penetrating delight. infuriating how lightly and deftly and surely his long fingers play the flute, with confidence and beauty. infuriating how he holds out his hand and requests lan wangji’s forehead ribbon like it’s candy, or a song. infuriating how lan wangji’s mouth opens.

the song wanes, but the notes linger, sharp in his ears. its echoes coil and knot inside him — there is a certain friction in how they clutch in him — they tug. he finds himself thawing, slightly; he finds himself moving forward, slightly. wei wuxian, infuriatingly, has finished playing the song that stirred up all of lan wangji’s insides as carelessly as kitchen pot meddled by a child; and now, like a child, wei wuxian is drifting off carelessly, not minding his blindfold, not minding that he could slip off the boughs at any moment.

no, not completely careless. as soon as lan wangji crosses a certain point of the perimeter, wei wuxian jerks, and turns his head, directly at lan wangji. he is still blindfolded. he waits, and then calls out, unworried.

”are you here for the hunt?”

this is the price of your arrogance, lan wangji thinks. someone approaches him with a furious aura and yet wei wuxian tilts his head and calls out playfully, as blind to danger as a rabbit who has always been sheltered and fed by a human’s hand.

wei wuxian is a prodigy, the best of all of them, he openly relishes both his mistakes and his hedonistic shortcomings and yet, that he would have such a blindspot —

— is...

...is not...possible.

:::

he knows wei wuxian by now. wei wuxian’s skill is finely honed. if he was faced with an unseen enemy’s fury, wei wuxian no doubt would respond accordingly, defensively. but as lan wangji finds himself continuing still forward, wei wuxian doesn’t remove his blindfold, and doesn’t retrieve his talismans. instead his mouth turns up in the corners and he says something else, teasing, and lan wangji understands it then, that the feeling inside himself can’t possibly be as threatening as fury after all, even though it matches almost perfectly, even though he has no word then for what makes him move close enough to shove wei wuxian’s body harshly, and then, closer.

the feeling — i have — is —

:::

heat.

and softness.

both new, to him. he notices these first, before he notices completely what he’s done, what he’s doing. he notices this before he notices wei wuxian’s wrists clenched tightly in his grip, before he notices wei wuxian start to kick him, and then stop. wei wuxian exhales sharply, and his mouth — so often full of teasing words, so often talking and talking, so often calling out “lan zhan!” — for once falls open, wordless. his mouth is even softer than lan wangji thought it would be, and the moment he thinks it, he realizes it properly: i’ve been thinking about it.

wei wuxian’s loud, arrogant, laughing, smiling, hot, wet mouth.

the feeling isn’t fury, now, probably, but it seizes him with the same passion, the same hunger for action and fulfillment, and his mind splits again, between STOP and please, please, more. he feels his body shake with new, unfamiliar turmoil. in his weakness, the deeper demand wins. his tongue slips out and presses against wei wuxian’s, which...which lifts...and presses back.

despite how strongly he’s holding him, lan wangji feels himself wilt.

this feeling...is —

uncontrollable. undisciplined. and wonderful, wonderful, delicious. wei wuxian shifts and lan wangji, hungry, a victim of his own ardor, holds wei wuxian’s face, turns it so as to taste it better, even as his heart and stomach churn, both filled with butterflies. he’s never sampled anything so rich. he’s never swallowed anything and thought, i could have this every hour of every day and never, never be full of it.

:::

the feeling he has.

wonder so intense that everything seems brighter than before, as if he has just removed a blindfold.

happiness so raw his hands quiver.

hunger so new his teeth pinch, helplessly, on wei wuxian’s plush and luscious lower lip.

fear so abrupt and stabbing he pauses, with a sucked breath.

and, finally. at the same time. fury.

at the river rushing in him again, louder than his pounding heart, louder than the litany of punishments necessary to address the hundreds of rules he’s shattered in a few selfish moments. at wei wuxian’s reddened, swollen lip and dazed, hanging mouth. and at how fiercely lan wangji wants to have it again, and how hard it is, for once, to control himself.

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